Ratings in the basement
Mixing up the President
People on the pavement
Wondering where their country went
War of aggression
No plan, wrong place
Based upon a flawed case
Hail Mary full of grace
Look out son
We can’t cut and run
God knows when
Until our troops are home again
Better duck from the IED
With armor that they didn’t send
The man in the four star hat
Who’d been to war
Asked for 300,000 troops
Rummy said what for?
W comes flat boot
Posing in a flight suit
Reading “My Pet Goat”
Freedoms on the march but
The phones tapped anyway
W and the N.S.A.
Gonzales says it’s okay
Welcome to the U.S.A.
Look out Y’all
They’re breaking the law
Soldiers going to jail for
Command chain failures
Private contractors
Men without masters
Order GI’s
to torture bad guys
You don’t need a law degree
To know where the blame lies
Get back, Oh well
No insurance, go to hell
Big bills, No pills
Hang around the stem cell
Work force, Outsourced
Get sacked, Pay day
No way, Ken Lay
Welcome to your rainy day
Look out kid, you’re gonna get hit
By gas price, Melting Ice
Science is a dirty vice
Mandate, Plamegate,
diebold, lies told
Recruiters by the high school
Tell kids war’s cool
Don’t follow leaders
When leaders are all cheaters
c Paul Hipp 2006
Song rewritten and recorded by Paul Hipp.
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